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Rain subsides and skies begin to clear.
Birds break out in song and cheer -
dodging steam from the old locomotive.
I hear the whistle bellow and echo
throughout the spring green valley
and my heart skips a beat.
My son is coming home at last -
where he can rest in peace.
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The challenge is to write a poem that includes the words provided. Your poem can be of any type.
The words:
rain - steam - bellow - song
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Author Notes
To all the moms out there who have lost their sons through war, gang violence or just being at the wrong place at the wrong time. We feel your pain.
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